Now Villa De Aragon joins the mix. If you’ll permit me further indulgence of personification I’ll label the station thus – the rough around the edges cantankerous and bearded great-uncle who always seems to linger too long.

Don’t think all the Aragon fruits of the fertile tree have hitherto fallen to earth though.

Henceforth, one further critter, Bosque De Aragon, will be belched forth to the project to complete the quartet.

Take a look at the photograph of the station sign above. Not in the most pristine of conditions, right?

It provides an apt analogy for the general ambiance and dilapidation in the immediate surrounds of the station.

An event centre nearby permits a peek into a comparable opulence.

The cantankerous great-uncle is the main man and as I alluded to before, isn’t going anywhere. He’s here for the long haul, he’ll keep battling away.

He has his good points.

He offers up a stroll in nature, cheap haircuts.

He can unclog a drain. Answer questions about derelict abandoned vehicles.